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This had to be a nightmare. Surely at some point she’d wake up — hopefully, next to Levi — and realize she had been asleep this whole time, that all this talk of demons and portals and travel to other planes of existence had only been a dream conjured by a brain with far too much weighing on it.
But no, there was Levi calmly eating a piece of pizza, occasionally pausing to take a sip of water. While she’d thought there had never been a better occasion to have a drink, he’d demurred, saying that the wine might ruin his focus when it came time to walk in the demons’ dimension.
How in the world was she supposed to reply to a comment like that?
Basically, she didn’t. She forced a piece of Greek pizza with feta and Kalamata olives down because her body had started to feel hungry, even if
